My lovely wife generously extended the invitation to "do whatever you want all day" with Father's Day this weekend. I chose but a modest 20 miles with a couple fellows to ride and consume some coffee.
After choosing a rather climby route, I decided the Disc Trucker was going to be the steed of choice. Neil was riding on his sporty Fuji and Noah was on his Long Haul Trucker. So the Disc Trucker was the fattest-tired bicycle of the day. But the gearing was appreciated when I hit them hills.
Neil, hit under the beautiful yet elusive #lightbro, is thinking, "I love how dry my feet are."
At one point I pedaled ahead and found a place to rest... and maybe get head lice.
Noah celebrating dry feet as he crossed Sugar Creek. Being that his bike is a size 82 (or somewhere around there), he was able to hover above the water line and avoid damp socks. Men with dry feet on bicycles riding through creeks look like Noah.
This is what men with wet feet on bicycles riding through creeks look like. See the difference?
Fear not, Neil. We can dry your feet and sip some coffee. Mid-ride coffee makes all your woes forgotten.
There's not much better than a nice Sunday ride with buddies, bikes and coffee. I've had bronchitis all week. So I haven't been on the bike. And I felt it. But it was a fun ride, nonetheless.